And now number two, I'm feeling productive; an old 'poem' mixed with a new..
I want to write a poem
One that will make you
(while seated in a wicker chair in the garden)
Place down that book
And gaze, fixatedly
On the pond
And on it
A flock of ducks landing
Splashing across the water
Their wings flapping at the air
Braking
Their heads held back
Feet forward
Braced taut
And then, gliding smoothly
As if nothing even happened
I want to write a poem
(while seated in a wicker chair in the garden)
It's clear to me you really want to buy that Duble Duck razor.